This is the first page of "when the rivers all run dry" as I promised a begining to the Sam/Kate Dean/ Mare story I thougth I should at least start it. The song quote is from the Pouges' "If I should fall from grace with god" I'm not sure about this one and I don't know if I'll finish it - It's from Dean's POV and I'm finding that a bit chalanging.

The wincesters arn't mine and never will be.

This land was always ours It was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let them go boys Let them go boys Let em go down in the mudWhen the rivers all run dry

Something makes a squishing noise under my foot, “Uggg. Cow pie.”

“If you’d listened to me we could have pretended to be – oh I don’t know, meter readers or something,” Sam says looking at my shoe.

“You think they have meters to read out here?”

“They must Dean, they have power, someone has to read the meter,” he sounds irritated. I know he’s just upset because I didn’t let him get us all dressed up. A flashlight beam cuts down across my face, it’s coming from above, from the roof of the small barn in fount of us.

“Do we look like victims to you boys?” It’s a woman’s voice. She sounds cute, but I can’t see ‘cause she has a flashlight pointed at me.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Sam says next to me.

“Like yours was any better?” I ask.

“You can shut up now.” The girl above us says, “And put the guns down? What do you got in those anyway?”

“Salt,” Sam says from next to me, I’m shocked he would say so.

“What are you trying to do, frighten dogs?” it’s a different voice, but still a girl.

“Something like that,” I say. I don’t have to be able see Sam to feel him role his eyes.

“Maybe we should feed them to the tenant house?” The first girl asks playing the light over my face and then over Sam’s. Off to Sam’s left I hear the thump of one of the girls dropping to the ground. I don’t hear her stumble.

“Gun?” the second girl asks Sam. I want him to be stubborn and say no, but instead he hands over his shotgun, “Thanks,” she says and then it’s my turn. I’m not to pleased about having my shotgun taken but I suppose it could be worse. As she steps away from me the girl on the ground calls to the other one, “You can light it up now.”

“Light it up?” I murmur and Sam shrugs tensely next to me. Then the lights come on filling the area with artificial sunlight. I look around, trying not to look like I am. We are standing in a courtyard surrounded on three sides by small on story barns. The girl is leaning against a wall. She seems short, but I am looking at her through Sam, light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, the over all impression I get from her is one of compact strength.

She’s got a rifle pointed at Sam, she smiles at me and says, “If you were cow tipping you wouldn’t have guns, if you were trying to steel cows you wouldn’t be walking, you don’t look like pledges – too old. And I don’t think you’re local. What do you think Mare?”

“I think they may be the cutest ghost hunters we’ve ever had here, Kate,” the first girl who spoke from the roof comes into view. She’s thinner than the first girl, taller with copper colored wavy hair. She seems less likely to try and shoot us, but that’s just a first impression. I smile at her, and she smiles back, it’s not the ‘I have a gun pointed at you’ smile I got from Kate it’s more of a ‘I’ll give you my phone number’ smile.

“So we let them into the tenant house?” Kate asks, “I was looking forward to going out tonight.”

“So we show them around and then take them with us,” Mare says.

“I don’t feel like baby sitting.”

“You can put the gun down, Kate.”

“Fine,” Kate slings the rifle up onto her shoulder; she looks over at Sam, “You coming? I guess you can have the shotgun back. The way Mare is looking at-” she stops.

“Dean,” Sam supplies.

“She can be… well she’s my sister, I can’t call her a slut,” she says with a shrug.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Sam says with a laugh as they start off together.